( ah, the bitter sweet cut offs of want juxtaposed by a deeply felt duty towards others. turns out it's not just leadership that leaves her lonely, it's terrible choices in fuckbuddies and an ill-timed venture into religion. quietly, to herself, clarke insists they could continue this god and follower dynamic without crossing boundaries. but seeing as even a text chat can't happen without talk of shorts or the term irresistible being thrown about, it's better.
if they don't.
and she resents — so, so deeply — what had been shaping up to be progress being curtailed by interpersonal dramas.
quieter still, and somehow miraculously untyped by her betraying fingers, clarke thinks she could figure out how to pray properly — how to worship barbatos without express direction from the source. she could do that, she wants to do that, and honestly probably will...
this part, at least, is simple. )
I'm going to delete that picture for you. You don't need that reminder.
no subject
if they don't.
and she resents — so, so deeply — what had been shaping up to be progress being curtailed by interpersonal dramas.
quieter still, and somehow miraculously untyped by her betraying fingers, clarke thinks she could figure out how to pray properly — how to worship barbatos without express direction from the source. she could do that, she wants to do that, and honestly probably will...
this part, at least, is simple. )
I'm going to delete that picture for you. You don't need that reminder.